“You know, you do still owe me dinner,” he says as I lean against the dresser.
“I do, don’t I?”
“I’ll even let Greer come along,” he says, acting like he isn’t just adding himself into the equation.
Both of them are handsome, flirting with me incredulously, and it will be two on one.
“We’ll be very respectful gentlemen. Even if my pack mate over there wasn’t earlier,” he says.
“He was a gentleman,” I quickly say back and Lain’s smile widens.
“Aye, I imagine he was. Haven’t seen you in a few days,” Lain quietly says, like not seeing me was difficult for him. It makes me want to please him, make him smile again.
“Birdie and I spent some quality time together. I think we’re headed on a trip this weekend, but I have some weekdays free, if that damsel discount is still in play.”
“It is. Fergus has been downright gutted he hasn’t had a pretty Omega to sit next to on the bus.”
“Oh, and he told you this?” I ask, not able to contain my smile around Lain.
“Aye, you can see it in his eyes. Poor lad is going through it.”
“Well, I can’t have Fergus upset, can I?”
The bathroom door opens and Greer comes out with a fresh set of pants on.
“I’m coming to dinner too. Maisie said it would make her highly upset if I wasn’t included,” Lain says and Greer waves a hand at him.
“You think I didn’t know ye’d tag along when I asked for a change of clothes? I already texted Grace to hold us a table for three.”
“This is why he’s pack lead,” Lain says simply, and I glance over at Greer.
It makes sense, and it somehow only makes him more attractive.
“Let’s get a move on then,” Greer says, another soft touch at the bottom of my spine, leading me out of the Heather Beag.
When we reach the foyer, we’re greeted by a grinning Effie.
“Oh, and where are you three off to?” she says, overly excited. “Have you two been together since the market?”
“Nan,” Lain chastises, and the older woman shakes her head.
“Very well. Have a good night then. Maisie darling, would you like me to have anything ready for you for when you get back?”
“No, thank you, Effie.”
“Have a wonderful evening,” she says as Greer rushes us out of the B&B.
“Don’t mind Nan,” Lain says simply. It’s relatively obvious Effie considers herself somewhat of a matchmaker. As long as she doesn’t think this is going to be some epic Highland romance that’s all fine by me.
“So, I take it we’re not going to Greer’s?” I jest.
“I mean, if you’d like a tour of our pack house, I’d oblige,” Greer says quickly. “Nae, we’re headed to the second best restaurant in town.”
“It’s the first,” Lain mouths to me and I shake my head.
Greer tosses his pants into his car, which just has me thinking about the fact that this giant Alpha came in his trousers earlier from us just grinding on one another.
Apparently, we’re walking to dinner. Lain is on my left and Greer on my right. I feel perfectly sandwiched between the two, feeling small and well protected.
